Outdoor Exploration Poem

Concrete Poem

Bitter by Rupina

A Sonnet Poem by me

Until by Rupina Kim

The season that we have been waiting for
is fast approching with a bitter wind
wooshing in with a loud thunder roar
their free now that autunm wind has resigned

The little animals scurry for food
away they go to find a nut or two
snatching others for their own good, how rude
I would give them if they could have my stew

The twitters look for some comfy maples
visiting from tree to tree as they fly high
some stay but some leave to eat more apples
so they fly to a warmer place bye bye

until the spring breeze comes tearing the cold
will the creatures come out as they are told
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this poem contains the iambic pentameter
and has a rhyme in ABABCDCDEFEFGG format

Canadian Theme/Identity poem by me

Snow Flower by Rupina Kim

As I walk the path,
the wind becomes colder,
as winter comes closer
little by little on this path
comes the season that I've been waiting for

the icy wind chasing away the fall breeze
bringing in the bitter cold
soon the snow softly falls
mixing with the stormy wind

I warm myself through the night
munching with delight, my beavertail
sipping sweet hot coco here

the storm has gone by
as silence hushed the nature
leaving the world white
just like pure angel's garment

As I walk this path,
I find another beauty
snowflakes on maple leaf
obediently waiting till the cold leaves,

snow flower

Canadian Poem 1

RUNOFF by John Barton

What we release into the river.
How we alter the current.

The irrigation dam on the Old Man flooding the sacred

lands of the Peigan who have lived
here for generations on the arid Alberta plains.

The salmon-ladders.
The transmigration upward

slowing on the other side of the mountains, fewer
fish ascending waterfalls now absent.
Hydroelectric

dams all over in the middle of
nowhere: an invisible
sustain

able environment we sell—bill
boards defaced at the gates of Banff National Park

Don't embitter
Don't starve the bears

The town site above Bow Falls
exempt from Parks Canada policy so it can

accommodate more: tourists unaware of
the missing wild

currant bushes we trans
plant from roadside
ditches along any highway climbing into the eastern

slopes of the Rockies, the civilized
currants boiled
in treated Elbow River

water, sugared and cooled

cellophane sealing in a tamed
alpine savagery
like lovers we grow

to forget the moment we taste it—
this confusion

of currants and river water
tartness
and intent, words

picked from the disturbed bushes and erased
of meaning in the ‘natural’

flow of discourse, it’s good for you

embossed on the empty
jars, sterilized or thrown away, cluttering
basements hungry for some purgative Boy Scout bottle drive or else

they are

dislodged from the landfill site during runoff
in the spring, residual tang mixing
with dioxins

in the water table
in the lakes and streams.

Introduction

Hello, this blog will be generally about the natural identities of Canada where I will be posting different subjects that can represent Canada hahaha...so check out my blog!

Thanks,
Rupina Kim